My garden is a wilderness.
Devoid of all formality
but full of beauty nonetheless.
There everything grows naturally.
Self seeded plants grow where they please
with trees and shrubs placed randomly.
A haunt of butterflies and bees
and fairies too quite probably.
I do not choose to interfere
with what nature decides to do
She knows what plants will flourish here
but always subject to review.
She is a master gardener
superior to any man.
It is entirely up to her
to carry out her master plan.
There’s nothing that I need to do.
Nature supplies the maintenance.
As seasons change so does the view.
Always kept in perfect balance.
The only thing which I supply
are garden seats of weathered wood.
Chosen to blend in carefully
as I intended that they should.
Somewhere to sit and meditate
or if you choose, to read or write.
And sometimes if the hour grows late.
Enjoy the quiet of the night.
My garden is a wilderness
devoid of all formality.
Not the result of laziness
I leave it how it wants to be
26-Sep-08
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A lovely poem, letting nature grow naturally But here in Texas it's not the same to be Gardens need rain, to grow naturally - for me! Splendid read Ivor! *10*! ! Friend Thad
Ivor, wonderful thought, to grow quite naturally. I prefer my beauty in the wild outdoors on top of fell or moor. However my garden I must have a plan, otherwise an African jungle would soon grow, complete with snakes, crocodiles and even lions! ! However I do have a bench to sit an meditate, spring here so I am surrounded by lovely flowering shrubs and trees, not a lion to be seen. I really enjoyed this you do these kind of poems so well. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done sir.......wish i could visit your garden once and see the nature's course